Seaside Appreciation

Iolaire didn't know anything about Roans intent to woo her, but she was surely tring to woo him in return. The surprise that crossed his scarred features brought a grin to her face and she sidled up beside him. He pointed out that she was busy and the little lady snickered. "Darling, I'm always busy." With a nudge, she prompted him to take a seat while she brought the coals to life.

Taking up a slab of stone, Io placed it upon the red hot coals. A pang of nostalgia struck. It felt like she'd done this for Deathbelle not too long ago. This, however... her relationship with Roan. It was on an entirely different level. She loved Belle. She really did, but they had been two lonely women who needed one another at that moment. Being with Roan was easy. It was natural. And she knew that it didn't have to end.

Taking out two covered turtle shells, Io took up a sharply pointed stick. Casing a glance over her shoulder at the resting man, she spoke. "You like your meat raw, but I like mine seared. I figured I'd show you." The dark fae placed chunks of meat on the stone slab and they instantly started hissing and sizzling. The pieces didn't need to be on there long. The edges just needed to crisp and they needed to be heated through. Once she was she that they were ready, Io placed them on another some slab. There were several chunks for each of them, all coated in the same herb mixture and lightly salted. "There's raw if you prefer, or I could make more if you're still hungry." She grinned, two toned eyes sparkling. "Enjoy. "